AN:This is something ive been thinking about for a while. Hope you enjoy. :D
but damn.. I appear to like commas.. ,,,,,,,,,, :3
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They didn't need to bother with busting the door down, they merely had to turn the handle and walk in. It wasnt like the residents of the house were expecting anyone to wander by and casually walk into their house, but it was more of a laziness issue and the feeling of security, seeing as they were in a densely wooded area with no other life around for miles, but even still the two officers kicked in the door and ran into the house, checking the bottom floor for inhabitants.
As the younger of the two was about to make his way up the decaying staircase, the older motioned for him to come closer to him and pointed into a 50's style kitchen area where a young blond sat eating a bowl of what appeared to be oatmeal. Wide cerulean eyes met with two pairs of dull brown and slowly the cerulean orbs lowered them selves down and stared at the gun pointed at him, by the older officer.
He took another bite of oatmeal, and looked away from the officers towards something in his lap, which they assumed to be a book and the sound of a drill could be heard from upstairs and shortly after a high pitched scream that turned into a drawn out squeal. The two men looked at each other and one ran upstairs, while the other made his way slowly into the kitchen to inspect the blond who appeared to be innocent, but even still he held his gun at the ready.
Cerulean eyes once again glance at the officer, this time lingering a bit longer, studying him and the blond sighs, placing a very large book on top of the table. ", I would advise you to go check upon your partner." He stated casually, smiling a little as he took another bite.
Taken aback a little by the statement, the officer licks his lips and is about to question him when gun shots erupt from upstairs and the same high pitched scream is heard again. Horrified the man shoves a stool out of his way and runs up the stairs, gun held high.
The blond stands up and dumps the rest of his oatmeal out and carefully places the bowl in the sink, but not before rinsing it out fully. He also wipes up any spilled droplets on the table and pushes in his stool till it hit the edge of the bar. Grabbing his book, he made his way into the living room and grabbed his jacket and slid it on, seeing as it was chilly outside. His attention was drawn to the stairs as one of the officers gagged and he giggled to himself a little, amused by how weak stomached the officer was.
He made his way out the door and to the cop car that was still running at the front of the house. Opening the back door and lays back onto the leather seats and opens his book, waiting for the officers to come on out. He smiles to himself a little and bites his lip, looking up at the attic window. "This is gonna be interesting" he whispers to himself, giggling.